My Husband Let His Rival Seduce Me — Just To Prove I Was Completely Worthless

Part 2

I sat there utterly paralyzed as Craig calmly stood up from the kitchen table and walked away without looking back.

The quiet, predictable comfort of our distant marriage was instantly traded for a waking nightmare.

His emotional distance would now be physically filled by a revolving door of other women.

He hadn’t technically packed his bags or handed me divorce papers.

However, he had essentially opened the front door to walk out whenever he pleased.

The crushing weight of his apathy actually hurt far more than a fiery, screaming rejection ever could.

Approximately one month after Craig casually announced our new open marriage arrangement, the final, devastating gut punch arrived.

I was trying desperately to keep my head down and survive another miserable day at my desk.

Heather approached my cubicle with a look of profound pity plastered across her face.

She leaned in close to ensure nobody else could hear our conversation.

A quiet question slipped from her lips regarding Tyler’s new girlfriend.

I simply shook my head and braced myself for the inevitable pain of hearing about his new lover.

The sterile office walls immediately started spinning around me when she whispered the name Brenda.

Brenda was the exact same woman Craig had dated for three intense years before he ever met me.

She was a legendary sore subject in my marriage.

I had always harbored wild insecurities about her.

She was stunningly beautiful, independently wealthy, and from a sophisticated world I could never fit into.

Heather gently explained that she had seen the new couple drinking together at an upscale wine bar over the weekend.

My stomach twisted into painful, nauseating knots.

The horrifying puzzle pieces were finally snapping together inside my mind.

I desperately tried to convince myself that this was merely a bizarre, cruel coincidence.

Deep down in my bones, I knew that something far more sinister was at play.

I marched straight into Craig’s home office that evening to confront him point-blank.

My voice trembled as I asked whether he knew Tyler was seeing his famous ex.

He didn’t even bother to stop typing on his illuminated keyboard or flinch at my aggressive tone.

A calm confirmation instantly left his lips.

I stared at him through wide, horrified eyes.

A demand to know exactly when he had acquired this devastating piece of information tumbled from my mouth.

He leaned back in his expensive leather chair with a sigh of profound boredom.

The revelation that he had known since before I even confessed to the affair completely shattered me.

Craig explained that he had met Tyler once through mutual friends at a networking event.

Tyler knew exactly who I was married to from the very beginning.

Craig casually theorized that Tyler had simply targeted me as an easy, vulnerable stepping stone.

Tyler had used my pathetic desperation to reach Brenda’s exclusive social circle.

All the oxygen violently evacuated my lungs.

I asked my husband how he could possibly watch another man use me without saying a single word to stop it.

He looked at me as if I were a slightly annoying child.

His response was that he had already mentally checked out of our marriage.

Therefore, he saw absolutely no reason to interfere with my choices.

The horrifying reality of Tyler’s sudden disinterest and Craig’s unnatural calm suddenly illuminated the darkest corners of my massive mistake.

I was never a rebellious wife seeking validation.

I was actually a pathetic, easily manipulated pawn in someone else’s twisted social climb.

My own husband had willingly stood by and watched me destroy myself for his own twisted amusement.

Craig currently refuses to hide his vibrant new dating life from me.

He regularly brings a gorgeous, twenty-something woman over to our house right in front of my face.

I accept this daily humiliation as the inescapable karma I earned for my betrayal.

Asking him questions about his whereabouts is a habit I completely abandoned.

He let another man use me as a pawn just to watch me destroy myself—so tell me, how do you survive a punishment that you completely deserve?